About Me

Jim Killebrew has 40 years of clinical psychological work for people with intellectual disabilities, and experience teaching, administration, consulting, writing with multiple publications. Dr. Killebrew has attended four Universities and received advanced degrees. Southern Illinois University; Ph.D., Educational Psychology; University of Illinois at Springfield, Counseling Education; M.A., Human Development Counseling; Northeastern Oklahoma State University, B.A., Psychology and Sociology. Dr. Killebrew attended Lincoln Christian Seminary (Now Lincoln Christian University). Writing contributions have been accepted and published in several journals: Hospital & Community Psychiatry, The Lookout, and Christian Standard (multiple articles). He may be reached at Killebrewjb@aol.com.

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Sunday, February 10, 2013

Who's Your Daddy?

I'm not
sure who wrote this, but it is good; take time to read it, you will enjoy it.

Who's Your Daddy?

A
Seminary professor was vacationing with his wife in Gatlinburg,

Tennessee.
One morning, they were eating breakfast in a little

restaurant,
hoping to enjoy a quiet, family meal. While they were

waiting
for their food, they noticed a distinguished looking, white

haired
man moving from table to table visiting with the guests. The

professor
leaned over and whispered to his wife, "I hope he doesn't come

over
here."

But sure
enough, the man did come over to their table. "Where are you

folks
from?" he asked in a friendly voice.

"Oklahoma,"
they answered.

"Great
to have you here in Tennessee," the stranger said. "What do you

do for a
living?"

"I
teach at a seminary," he replied.

"Oh,
so you teach preachers how to preach, do you? Well, I've got a

really
good story for you." And with that, the gentleman pulled up a

chair and
sat down at the table with the couple. The professor groaned

and
thought to himself, "Great .. Just what I need--another preacher story!

The man
started, "See that mountain over there?" (pointing out a

restaurant
window). "Not far from the base of that mountain, there

was a boy
born to an unwed mother. He had a hard time growing up,

because
every place he went, he was always asked the same question,

"Hey
boy, who's your daddy?" Whether he was at school, in the grocery

store or
drug store, people would ask the same question. "Who's your daddy?"

He would
hide at recess and lunchtime from other students. He would

avoid
going in to stores because that question hurt him so bad. When

he was
about 12 years old, a new preacher came to his church. He

would
always go in late and slip out early to avoid hearing the question,

"Who's
your daddy?"

But one
day, the new preacher said the benediction so fast, he got

caught
and had to walk out with the crowd. Just about the time he got

to the
back door the new preacher, not knowing anything about him,

put his
hand on his shoulder and asked him, "Son, who's your daddy?"

The whole
church got deathly quiet. He could feel every eye in the

church
looking at him. Now everyone would finally know the answer to

the
question, "Who's your daddy?"

The new
preacher, though, sensed the situation around him and using

discernment
that only the Holy Spirit could give, said the following to the

scared
little boy.

"Wait
a minute!" he said. "I know who you are. I see the family resemblance

now. You
are a child of God." With that, He patted the boy on his shoulder

and said,
"Boy, you've got a great inheritance. Go and claim it."

With
that, the boy smiled for the first time in a long time and walked out

the door
a changed person. He was never the same again. Whenever anybody